(Julie and McCormick are talking about their visit to a fertility clinic, which they made just after getting engaged…)
In the waiting room, Muslim and Orthodox women stare straight ahead. In a little room with drawn blinds there’s a slick easy chair and a crinkly pee-pee pad. He remembers the porn he watched.
She feels guilty dragging him there, but she’d assumed long odds. She has to have the facts.
The results are slow swimmers, tired tubes. Dr. Serlek might have injected the hormones right then if they’d written a check.
Walking back on a hilly east-side street, McCormick says, “Let’s see what Nature does before jumping into that.”
Julie is two steps ahead saying something he doesn’t hear.
McCormick 100 